Karen Kelley: The Jaguar Prince

He grabbed her butt, bringing her closer, tighter, keeping her against his mouth as he sucked, running his tongue over her sex. She couldn’t move even if she had wanted to, which she didn’t. It felt so wonderful.

She grasped the sides of the tree, holding on. There was nothing in the world that could harm either of them. The only thing that mattered was this moment in time.

The fire inside her began to build, taking her higher and higher. Flames licking her. Passion building.

Her legs began to quiver as she came. She cried out, then stifled it. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She didn’t think her legs would hold her up, but she didn’t have to worry. Rogar picked her up, then laid her down on top of their clothes.

She felt a familiar burning ache begin inside her. She was going to shift.

It’s not time, Callie.

Whatever, she thought dreamily.

She began to relax, and the feeling slowly went away.

Then Rogar was entering her. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Heard his groan of pleasure as he sank deeper. Her body ached once again for the release that only Rogar could give her.

He cried out at the same time the world burst into a multitude of colors around her. She gasped. Rogar collapsed on top of her, then rolled to his side.

Silence.

Only the sound of their labored breathing.

Her world slowly came back into focus.

When he moaned, she knew what was about to happen. Okay, she didn’t mind Rogar seeing her naked, but she felt a little odd when it was Balam. She grabbed her clothes just as the fog rolled in and jerked them on. She was dressed when the shift occurred.

“It’s me, Balam.” She warily eyed the cat, hoping he would remember her.

Balam came to his feet with a roar.

Ben clomped through the brush at the same time, raised his gun, then fired. Callie stared at the security guard in disbelief.

Balam! Rogar!

She turned just as Balam went down.

Oh, God, she was going to be sick. She turned on Ben.

“You shot him.”

“Looks like I was just in time, too,” Ben said. “I heard rustling around and pulled my tranquilizer gun. You’re safe now. Well, until the medication wears off, but we’ll have him in a cage long before then.”

She looked at the downed jaguar. Balam was panting as he tried to focus, the dart poking out his flank.

Ben pushed the button on his radio. “Ray, bring the Jeep with the trailer hitched to it. Grab that canvas, too. We got a jaguar to get locked up.”

“Uh, did you say a jaguar was loose?”

“Don’t worry. I knocked him out. There’s enough medicine in him to keep him quiet for a while.”

Static, then, “Sure thing. Wow, I can’t wait to hear about this one.”

While they were talking, Callie removed the dart. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get you out, I promise.” She shoved his clothes behind a log, and pushed some leaves on top of them, glad there were so many on the ground.

“How’d he get out?” Ben asked.

“I guess the door wasn’t secure.” She held her breath, hoping he would believe her.

Ben squinted. “Don’t remember a black jaguar.”

“He’s new.”

Ben nodded. “Better be more careful.”

“I will.” She exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

In less than ten minutes, Ray came lumbering up in the Jeep, the trailer bouncing behind him. Ben motioned for him to back it up, bringing it as close as they could without hitting a tree. Callie hurried to help roll Balam onto the canvas Ray had laid out.

“Careful, don’t hurt him.”

“I’m the one who’s going to have a hernia. What’s he weigh? Two hundred?”

“One ninety, maybe,” Ray said.

They put him on the cart. Callie chose to ride with Balam to the cages. “It’ll wear off in about an hour or so, I promise,” she whispered. Why had she thought making love in the zoo was a good idea? It had been stupid. She only hoped the tranquilizer wouldn’t have any lasting effects.

They stopped in front of the cage next to Sheba. She paced inside hers as if the other jaguar made her nervous. This wasn’t good at all. Sheba might have accepted Rogar, but she apparently did not like Balam.

“I don’t think she cares for the new jaguar,” Ben voiced her thoughts.

“I’m sure everything will be okay,” she said.

Ben’s radio crackled again. Ben pulled it out of the holster on his hip and pushed the button.

“What’s the matter now?” he asked.

“The gorilla is going ape shit.” Apparently, he realized what he’d said and began to laugh while still holding the button down.

Ben frowned. “Smart ass,” he mumbled, then pushed the button again when the other guy let off. “I’ll be right there.” He turned to Callie. “You’ll be okay?”

She nodded.

Ben looked up. “Full moon. All the animals go crazy. Never fails.” He started toward the Jeep. “If you have any more problems, just give me a holler.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine now. Thanks, Ben.”

As soon as he drove off, she quickly opened the cage and hurried to Balam. He was still sleeping. She ran her hand over his dark coat. “You are so going to have a headache when you wake up.” And as long as he woke up before morning, they would be fine. She really doubted the zoo’s visitors would appreciate viewing a naked alien in a cage.

On second thought, maybe they would. Rogar was a hottie, no two ways about it. She certainly enjoyed looking at him. She shook her head. Sheesh, crazy thoughts. Sometimes she wondered about her mental state.

Sheba was still creating a ruckus so Callie went to her, leaving Balam’s cage open just a bit in case the drug wore off early.

“What’s the matter, girl? Balam wouldn’t hurt you. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Isn’t there?” Zerod asked as he stepped from the shadows.

Callie felt the color drain from her face as cold dread filled her. “Ben!” She turned, but already knew he was long gone.

“I really doubt he’ll be able to help you. In fact, I’m certain he’ll be with the gorilla the rest of his shift. It was so easy to create a diversion. I’ll have to thank the guard for knocking Balam out for me, though. An error in judgment on my part, I’m afraid. I planned to attack sooner, but I got rather caught up watching the two of you mate.”

“You bastard,” she snarled.

“I can see why Symtarians have enjoyed mating with women from Earth.” He reached out and caressed her face. When she jerked away, he only laughed. “There’s a wildness about you that almost matches that of our women. Maybe I’ll mate with you before I kill you.”

“I’d rather die than have you touch me.”

He bowed slightly. “As you wish.”

His hands were around her throat before she could run. She stumbled back against Balam’s cage. He made an angry noise from deep in his throat as he tried to protect her, but she knew he wouldn’t have the strength.

She attempted to get to her pocket where the gun was, but couldn’t quite reach it. How could I have thought I’d be a match for Zerod?

Her world began to go dark.

Zerod applied just enough pressure that she was able to get a little oxygen into her starving lungs. Just enough that she could hear his words. Not enough that she had the strength to defend herself.

“You look a lot like your mother,” Zerod said. “She was a very beautiful woman. But I see some of your father as well. He was such an easy kill. No sport at all.”

“I hope you die a painful death,” she managed to gasp.

He chuckled, then turned serious. “Not until I wipe everyone not of pure blood off every planet. Our blood should never be mixed.” He lowered his head, his lips pressing against hers in a quick kiss. She almost gagged.